The cornstalks rustled. The pony jumped to the side, and the boy turned in his saddle and saw Bah standing.
"Oh, hello!" he said and turned back—the pony trampling upon a beautiful stalk of corn. "I didn't see you before. Where were you?"
Bah couldn't speak. She tried ever so hard, but the English words she knew so well would not come.
The boy jumped down from his pony and went up to her. There was a smile on his face and as he came closer she saw that his eyes were as blue as the sky. That part of him was pretty, thought Bah, even if his skin was not—and the smile was friendly. So she gained courage.
"You call my name?" she ventured.
The boy looked puzzled.
"No," he said, "I don't know your name, but I'm glad I've found you."
Again he smiled, and this time Bah smiled too.
"My name Bah," she said, "and you say 'Bah, Bah, back skip'—I think you call me come back to you."